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Sent: Thursday, July 21, 2005 8:11
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On
7/21/05, Thomas savage <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote:
>
This is a very interesting version/riff on my poem. How long did it
take
> you to write? I'm interested since I only posted the original
poem
> yesterday. Thanks, anyway. Regards, Tom Savage
>
>
> August <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote:
>
>
>
> AH Freemix #0004
>
> If
your mountain speaks, learn its
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>
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>
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>
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>
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>
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>
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> on day.
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>
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>
>
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